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That’s what my dad would call this rhubarb cake. Girly. Suitable only for tea parties and baby showers. Nothing a real man would eat.
And that’s why there shan’t be any left when he arrives.
Posted at 08:38 PM | Permalink
I'm not a girl, but that looks pretty damn good.
July 05, 2008 at 10:47 PM
No recipe? Seriously???
July 06, 2008 at 08:03 AM
Ha ha! Too bloody right.
July 06, 2008 at 09:48 AM
Well, duh... thanks for the email letting me know you linked it, Tammy! All I can say is that I haven't had any coffee yet this morning.
July 06, 2008 at 09:52 AM
Sounds like an appropriate course of action.
July 06, 2008 at 05:53 PM
As a food lover it delicious to see.great..
July 07, 2008 at 10:33 AM
Oh ho - guess she told you dad! Lol!
July 07, 2008 at 12:15 PM
September 01, 2008 at 01:24 PM
Rhubarb just arrived at my local farmers market. Excited, I bought 3 lbs which turned out to be WAY more than I should have.I didn't want it to go to waste and this cake was the perfect solution! Thanks for the great recipe.
May 19, 2009 at 10:41 PM
Oh nice...looks delicious
July 07, 2009 at 01:41 AM
This cake looks so good, I'd double the girly factor, and eat it while standing in my kitchen wearing pink underwear! Can't wait to try it. YUM!
August 05, 2009 at 03:20 PM
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